Through a ravine, a path formed by rainwater and hundreds of years of use by
wagons and people, I walked by vineyards and apricot orchards to the city of
Mautern. In the vineyards, the dandelions started to turn into seeds. The wind was
blowing the cherry blossoms to the ground and it started to rain.
Ravine
Dandelions
In Mautern, I visited my sister Christi at the Nikolaihof. She lives in a former
monastery. The foundations of her house go back to Roman times. Her place has a
special energy.
Christi invited me for lunch. After that, I crossed the iron bridge where my mother
once went with her bike for safety. The water from the Danube was rushing down
like 68 years ago. Yet, not a single drop of water was the same. In the constant
stream of life, generations after generations passed, yet each individual is unique.
I was walking over that bridge with all the ancestors in me, connected and yet not
burdened by it. Thankfulness and joy filled my heart.
Peony with bee
My sister Christi working at her pond
Nikolaihof, view from the garden
Text and pictures by Garyo